American Poets: An Anthology of Contemporary VerseKurt Wolff Verlag, 1923 - 132 pagini |
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Pagina 12
... ' hands , Stand breast to breast ; Hearts will grow great . And in that hour God's breath will fill the tower , Will hold it manifest , And straight ! Leonora Speyer AN ANTHOLOGY OF CONTEMPORARY VERSE 1 f MORNING SONG OF.
... ' hands , Stand breast to breast ; Hearts will grow great . And in that hour God's breath will fill the tower , Will hold it manifest , And straight ! Leonora Speyer AN ANTHOLOGY OF CONTEMPORARY VERSE 1 f MORNING SONG OF.
Pagina 19
... Hold an equal kiss of touch . Mincing , wanton blue - bird , Grimace at the hoofs of passing men . You alone can lose yourself Within a sky , and rob it of its blue ! Maxwell Bodenheim DEATH I shall walk down the road . I shall 19.
... Hold an equal kiss of touch . Mincing , wanton blue - bird , Grimace at the hoofs of passing men . You alone can lose yourself Within a sky , and rob it of its blue ! Maxwell Bodenheim DEATH I shall walk down the road . I shall 19.
Pagina 25
... hold Me back , though the old boundary Rise up like hatred on my way , Though fellow- voyagers cry , " A lie ! " ― Here as I come with heaven at my side None of the weary words they say Remain with me . I am borne like a wave 25.
... hold Me back , though the old boundary Rise up like hatred on my way , Though fellow- voyagers cry , " A lie ! " ― Here as I come with heaven at my side None of the weary words they say Remain with me . I am borne like a wave 25.
Pagina 42
... hold it in your hands - ❞ ( Slowly twisting the lilac stalks ) ; " You let it flow from you , you let it flow , And youth is cruel , and has no remorse , And smiles at situations which it cannot see . " I smile , of course , And go on ...
... hold it in your hands - ❞ ( Slowly twisting the lilac stalks ) ; " You let it flow from you , you let it flow , And youth is cruel , and has no remorse , And smiles at situations which it cannot see . " I smile , of course , And go on ...
Pagina 59
... to touch , But of ecstasy and longing she too knew much , And always when any one has time to call his own She will come and be beside him as quiet as a stone . Orrick Johns DOROTHY HER EYES Her eyes hold black whips- dart of 59.
... to touch , But of ecstasy and longing she too knew much , And always when any one has time to call his own She will come and be beside him as quiet as a stone . Orrick Johns DOROTHY HER EYES Her eyes hold black whips- dart of 59.
Termeni și expresii frecvente
a-la-la Adelaide Crapsey Alfred Kreymborg anthology Beauty is set Blackbird blue Brace breath brothers Cæsar Carl Sandburg Celia clouds cool tombs cricket carolling cried cursed dark dead death Doubleday dream dust earth Edwin Arlington Robinson Elinor Wylie eyes Ezra Pound face feel feet Flammonde flowers friends garden golden good-night grackles grey gutter hands Harcourt heard a cricket heart heaven Henry Holt hill kiss knew Knopf laughing leaves lifted light live look Lord Louis Untermeyer love of land Macmillan Marianne Moore Maxwell Bodenheim Mitchell Kennerley morning never night Poems poets purple railed rain red-god show Richard Cory Ridgely Torrence rock Rose O'Neill Sara Teasdale shine ships silence singing smell smile soft song soul stairs stand stars talk tall tell thee things thou tonight turned walls watch William Vaughn Moody wind window wings wonder yellow
Pasaje populare
Pagina 107 - WHENEVER Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him : He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. , And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich — yes, richer than a king — And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So...
Pagina 77 - The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, Because he anointed me to preach good tidings to the poor: He hath sent me to proclaim release to the captives, And recovering of sight to the blind. To set at liberty them that are bruised, To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord.
Pagina 33 - I died for Beauty — but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining Room — He questioned softly "Why I failed"?
Pagina 51 - THE ROAD NOT TAKEN Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth...
Pagina 52 - I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I shan't be gone long.— You come too.
Pagina 54 - I must get out of here. I must get air. I don't know rightly whether any man can.' 'Amy! Don't go to someone else this time. Listen to me. I won't come down the stairs.
Pagina 94 - ... their bones have not lasted: men lower nets, unconscious of the fact that they are desecrating a grave, and row quickly away - the blades of the oars moving together like the feet of water-spiders as if there were no such thing as death.
Pagina 66 - With bodies like bronze, and terrible eyes Came the rank and the file, with catamount cries, Gibbering, yipping, with hollow-skull clacks, Riding white bronchos with skeleton backs, Scalp-hunters, beaded and spangled and bad, Naked and lustful and foaming and mad, Flashing primeval demoniac scorn, Blood-thirst and pomp amid darkness reborn, Power and glory that sleep in the grass While the winds and the snows and the great rains pass. They crossed the gray river, thousands abreast, They rode in infinite...
Pagina 15 - The robin chirps in the chinaberry tree Repeating three clear tones. It is morning. I stand by the mirror And tie my tie once more. While waves far off in a pale rose twilight Crash on a white sand shore.
Pagina 56 - I can repeat the very words you were saying. 'Three foggy mornings and one rainy day Will rot the best birch fence a man can build.